Chapter 9 - Dominic #2
I wanted to laugh, to tell him he had no claim over me, but something tightened in my throat, and a tingling sensation shot through my body. When he placed a hand on my throat, it sparked a fire inside me that I hadn’t seen coming.
What am I feeling?
Heat? Desire? Longing?
All of it!
Kilian let his soft lips glide over mine. “Did he do it like this?”
His breath flowed into my mouth, and my breath hitched.
“Or like this?”
He pressed his lips roughly against mine, stealing a passionate kiss. When he pulled back, I gasped for air.
“Or did he maybe even stick his tongue in your mouth?” he asked in a gravelly voice, his gaze piercing me to my core. “I couldn’t tell from here.”
My heart raced, and without thinking, my mouth parted.
I had stopped breathing as I looked at Kilian, expecting something.
His lower eyelids twitched, and his eyes sparkled ominously.
When he pressed his lips to mine again and plundered my mouth with his tongue, a sigh escaped me, and my knees went weak.
I gripped the edge of the table to keep myself steady as Kilian continued to wrap his fingers around my throat and pressed his chest against mine.
Up until that moment, I had been completely at his mercy, but little by little, Kilian stirred something inside me.
Desire, greed, and insatiability. My vices, which I had once indulged in at countless parties with excessive drug use and sex.
They were part of a different version of myself, one I thought I had left behind when I escaped that scene and went through rehab a few months ago—or at least I had believed I left them behind.
But Kilian brought that beast inside me back to life.
Why?
Shit! I knew this guy was nothing but trouble.
Now it was too late. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I let my hands slide over his waist, up his back, and traced his muscles through the black shirt. A hint of lavender, tinged with lemon, mixed with his more rugged scent.
As I fiddled with his belt, he drew his lips away from mine and gazed at me with a greedy smile. “What's that going to be?”
“Let me try something,” I answered breathlessly.
“You can feel desire,” I heard Dr. Bachmann saying in the back of my head. “One doesn't have to exclude the other.”
I thrust Kilian across the small room so that his back was against the wall, then sank to my knees in front of him and unzipped his pants.
“Oh baby, what did you do to Dominic?”
“Shut up,” I said, removing his pants and trousers as I stared at his half-hard penis.
Kilian stroked my head tenderly. “Do you like what you see?” he asked, lifting up his shirt and showing me his beautiful flat stomach with an exquisite V-line.
I actually liked what I saw a lot. The guy clearly went to the gym. I hadn't thought about it, given his slim build, but seeing him like that … I slid a hand over his groin and up his stomach, relishing his flawless skin. He was shaved and his penis was also impressive.
I don't know how many penises I’ve seen, but his was impressive. When I wrapped my hand around it and slowly jerked it, it rose to its full size.
“Oh shit, baby, just like that.”
Kilian laid his head back against the wall and pushed his pelvis further forward. Seeing him like that, in the dim light of the barely lit control room, gave me an arousal I hadn’t felt in a long time. My cock didn’t twitch at all, but my whole body was hungry for more.
I kneaded his balls and jerked him faster and faster until Kilian seized his penis and pulled my head toward it.
“Open your mouth, babe,” he demanded.
I obeyed and pushed my tongue forward a little to receive his penis.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned as he pushed himself into me and took my head between his hands.
I held onto his hips with both hands and took Kilian as deep into me as I could.
God, it had been a long time since I had given someone a blowjob.
I couldn’t get enough of him. With each thrust, he pushed his cock deeper into my throat until it was buried to the base.
I moaned as I successfully suppressed the gag reflex by keeping my tongue flat and trying to breathe evenly—something I had learned during the parties.
Kilian picked up the pace and fucked my mouth faster and faster. I was getting hot. As the heat gathered in my center, I could feel it not reaching my penis. It didn’t stay completely flaccid, but I didn’t have to touch it to know that it wasn’t even half hard.
I felt more aroused than I had in a long time, felt a desire that almost drove me crazy.
“Oh yes, babe, just like that,” Kilian moaned, bending slightly over me. “Oh shit! I’m coming! Fuck!”
His muscles stiffened and his breath caught. Leaning forward, he supported himself with both hands on my shoulders and came in several spurts, letting out a loud groan.
With a smacking sound, I released his penis and wiped my lips. My body was electrified, but I was still kneeling on the floor in front of Kilian, wondering what I had to do now to find satisfaction for myself.
Fuck, my cock was limp and yet I felt this desire inside me. A darkness rose from the deepest depths, flooding me with such intense sadness that I felt dizzy and had to steady myself against the wall.
“Get up, babe.” Kilian slid a hand under my shoulder and helped me to my feet. He kissed me on the mouth and searched for my tongue.
I craved his warmth and took in everything I could get. I even moved my head back when he kissed my neck.
“Let me give it back to you,” he whispered, kissing me below the ear.
One of my most erogenous zones, which made me sigh.
When he started unbuckling with my belt, however, I inevitably backed away and stared at him in horror.
Kilian raised his eyebrows in surprise and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, I grabbed my bag, pushed past him, and ran out of the theater in a panic.
One advantage of impotence: no one saw how aroused I was when I got on the next tram. But anyway, I was more concerned with keeping the sadness that was currently sweeping over me like a mudslide under wraps.
Yes, I had felt Kilian. I was aroused and felt a desire like I hadn’t felt in a long time.
So why did it feel like I had relapsed?